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Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family, Health, Kvetching | Posted on 13-03-2008

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Sam helped a co-work­er with his fam­i­ly’s com­put­er after work, so he did­n’t get home until almost 11pm! And at that, he had to bring the plagued thing home with him. I don’t know when he’ll be able to work on it, with MoMo Con this week­end.

He also talked to his bud­dy Dean tonight, and learned that Dean has been sick with a cold/flu/plague thing sim­i­lar to what Katie and I have, and he’s had it for eight weeks! He’s been to the doc­tor repeat­ed­ly, and the doc­tor has said, “Yep, that’s how it goes. Noth­ing we can do for you. Go home and rest. Drink lots of flu­ids. Here’s your bill.”

This is not mak­ing me any more cheer­ful, I’ll have you know.

Don’t Go There

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Health, Kvetching | Posted on 11-03-2008

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This post has been self-cen­sored for being uncon­scionably whiny.

Move along now. Noth­ing to see here.

No! Don’t Wanna!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Health, Kvetching, Support | Posted on 10-03-2008

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My ther­a­pist, L, is no longer with the prac­tice I’ve been see­ing for the last cou­ple of years. It took a year to get to her — first, they assigned me to M, who was a total pain in the ass and did­n’t lis­ten. Not that I was inclined to talk to her, any­way. And she did­n’t return phone calls.

So I final­ly got beyond the “get­ting to know you” stage with L, and she under­stands our fam­i­ly and some his­to­ry and such, so she can put things in con­text. And I think they fired her! They weren’t even going to tell me she would­n’t be there for my appoint­ment this evening. I called to ask her some­thing and her num­ber had been dis­con­nect­ed, which prompt­ed me to talk to the office idiots.

I. Am. Not. HAPPY! It’s a major PITA to break in a new ther­a­pist. I mean, it is for any­body, but when you have a bunch of inter­lock­ing issues and heavy his­to­ry crap, then you add in chron­ic illness/disability, and just for fun mix in that whole bi/pagan/poly thing, believe me, it’s worse. And some ther­a­pists aren’t up to it. In fact, the one I saw a cou­ple of times before see­ing some­one at this prac­tice told me and Sam at the sec­ond ses­sion that she was in over her head and need­ed to refer me else­where.

Oh — the new per­son does­n’t do evening appoint­ments, either. Which means that the only way I can be sure of get­ting there is to take a taxi, as I have not had good expe­ri­ences with using MARTA for any­thing time-sen­si­tive. Expen­sive, but not as dif­fi­cult as hav­ing Sam take time off from work. But L coor­di­nat­ed my appoint­ments with Katie’s appoint­ments with anoth­er ther­a­pist in the same prac­tice, which was nice. Who knows if this one will be as help­ful?

Grrrr.

Well, that was fun. Not really.

Posted by Cyn | Posted in College, Family, Health, Kvetching | Posted on 15-01-2008

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I feel like I’ve dri­ven across the state, when I real­ly spent very lit­tle time in the car today—for an Atlantan.

We went to see Katie’s doc­tor, fill­ing out the inevitable “It’s Jan­u­ary!” paper­work. Do they think peo­ple always move from one Janau­ry to the next, or what? I mean, when we sign in, there’s a form that asks if there’s been any change in our con­tact infor­ma­tion or insur­ance, and we say “No,” unless the answer is “Yes,” in which case we ask for the forms so that we can update the records. Appar­ent­ly cur­rent admin­is­tra­tive thought is that clients can­not be trust­ed that far, so they make us do all the forms again every Jan­u­ary. In every office. Between me and Katie, that’s a lot of extra forms being filled out for no par­tic­u­lar rea­son.

We picked up pre­scrip­tions in two places. We dropped off pre­scrip­tions. We went to the bank. We dropped off a util­i­ty pay­ment to avoid the elec­tron­ic pay­ment fee. I know we did some­thing else, but my mind is gone.

Boo, Motorola!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Kvetching | Posted on 10-01-2008

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Maybe I’m just spoiled from years of Nokia phones, and being able to just down­load the Nokia Phone Suite free from their web site to sync my phone and PC, or put ring­tones and pho­tos on the phone. But hon­est­ly, I find it absolute­ly ridicu­lous that Motoro­la wants me to pay them $30 to $40 for the equiv­a­lent soft­ware to work with their phones!

It does­n’t, as far as I can see, do any­thing more than what the Nokia soft­ware does. They sell plen­ty of phones, and it can­not be that unusu­al for peo­ple to want to back up the data on them. So why are they goug­ing cus­tomers this way?

I can see charg­ing some amount if the cus­tomer wants a CD with the soft­ware on it mailed out, but charg­ing for the down­load is ridicu­lous.

And when I try to reg­is­ter for an account on their sup­port site, I keep get­ting error mes­sages say­ing that my email address is invalid. I tried a bunch of dif­fer­ent address­es, even the ISP address that I nev­er, ever use—no joy.

I can’t reg­is­ter the phone, either, because you have to pick your mobile provider, and mine isn’t list­ed, and there isn’t an “oth­er” option.

Boo!

Cold! Cold cold cold!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Home, Kvetching | Posted on 03-01-2008

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Our heat went out last night, so we woke up in a very, very cold house. I don’t care what you Yan­kees say, we had a hard freeze here, so it real­ly was cold! There was snow on the car before we went to bed Tues­day night, and we had to get ice off the wind­shield to go see my pain spe­cial­ist today. I felt like I’d nev­er be warm again despite wear­ing the pret­ty gloves and scarf Sam bought for me a while back.1

There was no response from the land­lord to email or many phone calls until late in the day. I hud­dled under the cov­ers most of the day, both to try to get warm and because my pain is always worse in cold weath­er. The land­lord even­tu­al­ly got some­one out to check the sys­tem late this evening.

I Have Done More Than Twittering!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family, Health, Kvetching, Needlework, Reading | Posted on 23-12-2007

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For one thing, I have sev­er­al draft posts sit­ting around here, but I haven’t been able to stay focused long enough to fin­ish any of them.

Sam caught some kind of flu-like crud, which Katie and I both caught, of course. Now he seems to be get­ting it again, which is gross­ly unfair. Poor bear!

The girl is final­ly feel­ing a wee bit bet­ter, but she still had a fever last night. We aren’t with my fam­i­ly today, because we’re too wor­ried about get­ting the twins sick. They’re still so tiny!

I should be stitch­ing. I want to be stitch­ing. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, it seems that I need to add a good mag­ni­fi­er to my Ott Lite, and maybe get my eyes checked/glasses changed, too. My eyes go all wog­gly every time I try to focus on the linen now. Very annoy­ing!

One of the few things I have fin­ished late­ly is lots of library-enabled read­ing. That has includ­ed Bone of Con­tention and Chains of Fol­ly by Rober­ta Gel­lis, the third and fourth books in her Magde­lene la Bâtarde series. Magde­lene is a whoremistress in medieval Eng­land whose House is reg­is­tered on the tax rolls an Embroi­dery shop. She and her women do, in fact, pro­duce and sell fine needle­work, but that isn’t their main source of income.

This is one of two series I learned about when I was read­ing rec.crafts.textiles.needlework. I’m glad, as would have been very unlike­ly to run across them with­out the rec­om­men­da­tion.

I have some­thing to con­fess: I am guilty of judg­ing some books by their cov­ers. And if I’d seen Chains of Fol­ly first, with­out already know­ing that Gel­lis is a good author and I enjoy this par­tic­u­lar series, I would­n’t have had any rea­son to pick it up for a look. I might have tak­en it for a text­book edi­tion of some­thing fre­quent­ly assigned to lit­er­a­ture class­es (read: bor­ing!), but not the lat­est vol­ume in a good series by an estab­lished, award-win­ning author. Tor/Forge pub­lished the first three, and they were of much high­er qual­i­ty than what Five Star Books has put out.

That Tor/Forge did­n’t buy book four tells me that Gel­lis prob­a­bly had a con­tract for a tril­o­gy, but it did­n’t sell as well as the pub­lish­er hoped, so they weren’t inter­est­ed in more of that tale. Still, I loved the first two books, and was def­i­nite­ly pay­ing atten­tion to see if there was a third, but did­n’t hear that it was actu­al­ly out until recent­ly. It was pub­lished in 2002! I know that Gel­lis is one of the authors I put in my Ama­zon “Eyes” list (which seems to have stopped work­ing at some point), and I did­n’t hear a thing. I have to won­der if the pub­lish­er just did­n’t both­er to mar­ket the book at all.

These days, Gel­lis is bet­ter known for co-author­ing fan­ta­sy books with Mer­cedes Lack­ey. That’s too bad, as her his­tor­i­cal fic­tion is rich­ly detailed and authen­tic. Lack­ey’s name has been used to sell so much crap that I just don’t both­er any more, even if I like what the co-author has done on her own. Any­thing Lack­ey has touched in the last decade, at least, is for­mu­la­ic and trite. There were some good points in some of her ear­li­er books, which I might even be able to re-read some day—but after the first few trilo­gies they were just too pre­dictable.

I also read two books by Vic­ki Pet­ters­son this week, the lat­est book in Tanya Huf­f’s Con­fed­er­a­tion series, and Her Roy­al Spy­ness by Rhys Bowen. That last jumped off the new book shelves at me because of the cute name and nice cov­er. I don’t know that I’ll read any­thing else by Bowen, but it was an inter­est­ing depar­ture for me.

I’ve got sev­er­al books of poet­ry and some non-fic­tion in the mix, as well. I tend to read those in lit­tle nib­bles, as I like to think about the poems rather than rat­tle on through them. I’ll share some of that soon.

Date Night, Reading, School Stuff

Posted by Cyn | Posted in College, Family, Kvetching, Reading | Posted on 14-11-2007

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I was a naughty girl today, too caught up in read­ing A Few Demons More to do my home­work. Bad girl.

To be fair, I was also tak­ing care of my Katie baby, who had a fever and was near­ly deliri­ous. She real­ly fits the chron­ic fatigue syndrome/ME diag­nos­tic cri­te­ria more than those for fibromyal­gia, but what­ev­er it is, she’s miss­ing way too much school.

Wednes­day is one of my reg­u­lar date nights with Sam, and I cer­tain­ly was­n’t going to put that off for school stuff, so I fig­ured I’d just hop online and make my required four posts after he went to bed, then join him quick­ly.1

Whoops! Not so fast!

My crit­i­cal think­ing class, which I fig­ured to be a “gimme” (required for every DeVry stu­dent regard­less of major, obvi­ous­ly designed to be one of the first class­es every­body takes) sur­prised me this time. Both thread­ed dis­cus­sions required research and thought.

The first was about con­sumer finance, which isn’t exact­ly con­tro­ver­sial. We had to use the school’s library site to access a peri­od­i­cals data­base, though, and choose at least two arti­cles relat­ed to some par­tic­u­lar aspect of con­sumer finance. Then we had to “share” one of them in the dis­cus­sion, explain­ing why we chose it and how it was rel­e­vant. That’s a big field to nar­row down, and the data­base had annoy­ing­ly NOT-fresh infor­ma­tion on my cho­sen angle.

The sec­ond, though, had us ana­lyze a Hitler Muse­um site 2 that claimed to be total­ly free of bias. Yep, pull the oth­er one, it’s got bells on! We had to eval­u­ate the site based on 5 or 6 dif­fer­ent mea­sures of cred­i­bil­i­ty. Even thought the site was obvi­ous­ly very pro-Hitler, find­ing cred­i­ble sources (mean­ing not Wikipedia) to dis­prove var­i­ous claims took some time.

I was high­ly dis­turbed by the num­ber of my class­mates that declared the site free of bias. Obvi­ous­ly, there are peo­ple who are in seri­ous need of this course! I knew that many peo­ple take in media fair­ly unques­tion­ing­ly, but a pro-Hitler web site put up by some anony­mous twit? In 2007?

The man­age­ment class stuff was very easy, just ques­tions about diver­si­ty and entre­pre­neur­ship. Yay for easy!

I’m final­ly done and can go cud­dle up with mah sweet­ie. I wan­na get the Holo­caust revi­sion­ism out of my head, though, to avoid bad dreams, so I might end up read­ing for a bit first.


1 I have got to go back to start­ing the week’s class stuff on Mon­days. Real­ly.

2 No, I’m not going to link to that!

They’re STILL here!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Home, Kvetching | Posted on 01-07-2006

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Wait — did I men­tion it? No, because I was try­ing not to whine.

We’ve had con­trac­tors here for weeks and weeks, repair­ing the bath­room that was slid­ing into the crawl space.

No, real­ly. I have pic­tures. The floor was falling in, and the toi­let and sink were slid­ing in from one side, the tub from the oth­er.

There had been a crack on one of the tiled walls that was poor­ly repaired before we moved in. Some­one had tried to fill the crack with grout. That crack start­ed open­ing wider and wider, then we real­ized it was because the floor was get­ting low­er beneath it.

Turns out there was a long-time water leak in one of the walls that led to struc­tur­al dam­age. That got togeth­er with a whole lot­ta cracked floor beams, and thus we had the dance of the porce­lain enti­ties.

Any­way, that does­n’t explain why the con­trac­tors are still here after weeks. Espe­cial­ly why they’re here on a Sat­ur­day, and want to return tomor­row. Much less why they did­n’t show up at all yes­ter­day (or call to say they weren’t com­ing), then called at about 6:45 while we were out hav­ing din­ner to let us know they were on the way to grout the floor tiles. Right then.

The head guy sound­ed sin­cere­ly sur­prised when I said no, and stuck with the no. Maybe that’s a nor­mal Fri­day night for him, but it isn’t my idea of a good time. Sam and I went on with our evening, much to the con­trac­tor’s dis­may. So they’re here today, instead. And will be here tomor­row morn­ing. And maybe Mon­day, too.

I’m mak­ing allowances for them find­ing a lot of unknown dam­age and hav­ing to sis­ter most of the beams under the liv­ing room and kitchen. I’m also not­ing that Mr. Bigshot did­n’t see that dam­age when he did his inspec­tion, so he did­n’t do a very good job of it.

Yes­ter­day’s lack of time­li­ness is typ­i­cal, though. There have been sev­er­al days in a row with absolute­ly no sign of these guys (when they said they’d be here), and no excus­es or expla­na­tions when they return. IF I can get hold of them, I’m just told, “You nev­er can tell in this busi­ness, man.” You can’t tell what? How late you’ll be out drink­ing each night? Whether you’ll be too hung over to work ’til 2 or 3pm? Whether you can afford gas to get to work?

In any case, the com­pa­ny won’t get a good ref­er­ence from as, as you can prob­a­bly tell. I did­n’t hire them, so I can’t fire them–the land­lord is in charge there.

I did insist that I’m not clean­ing the car­pet they soiled, even though they offered me mon­ey to do so. My body isn’t up to it.

After they’d hope­less­ly ruined the car­pet, I made sure the land­lord knew it–so we’re sup­posed to get new car­pet in the liv­ing room and hall, too.

But I real­ly want these guys out­ta my hair!